my Heart Stopped.
then there by
my eternal Stop;
i found myself
always here
how wonderful
and horrorful
life is Dear?
Said Love, “
No love without
GREAT PAIN! “
:: 01.31.2023 ::
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My Heart Stopped
It’s Happening
freeze framed ‘time’ broke all
inside my Soul /Only thing that
works is to mount you inside
my Mind~
the Pleasure is High
goodbye bad dreams
i ate ice to freeze
and would i? yes.
i would /back there
that’s not me\ i grow
when you don’t see me.
ice is cold dreams
you know i’m the One
who burns within :
the Sun and me
have a pact to be strong.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
South of the South Pole
Today i took a walk ~
i could not expect to move
south of the south pole
as time and space speak
of Time and Space
i asked Light to walk the
Earth; it did this and met
me many times along the way
undescribed are the particles
called space and time
i finished my walk and realized
there we are.
:: 01.31.2023 ::
The Spinning Mind
The smile melted
after day and days
the mist called
a Ghost by the town
and how perfectly he
talks but no one hears
him | to see the world
spinning round! the
breath upon the Hill
and now no one wants to know
him and the world spinning
round with our heads in
the cloud and the Man of
thousands poems cries
seeing the sun going down
and the world spinning round.
:: 01.29.2023 ::|
Cloud Flinger
how i found myself:
i live within cement
i live within human
form and sentiment
i hate how i conform
but have no energy for shit
and how my feet follow
orders of Life in this human
form i was born ~~~ deformed
ooh. Made hen. Give me rights
then all foregone as nothing
is a guest in my life! deformed.
So i flew ooh up to the skies
and nestled in a cloud flinger
above you.
:: 01.29.2023 ::
Woman of My Heart (On Mars)
Spent my day with the woman of my heart
we went to the beach and watched waves
and smoked our stuff and drank our wine
we decided to make a new start
she stole my head and heart
so we did oh yeah start a new Life
i went to live upon the precipice of Hope
and she found a Mountain where the children
of Love and the Sun began to rise \seems
she took a dive and had no rhyme to demise
i shed tears and moved along / someone once
told me there’s a girl out there with
love inside here eyes )so i flew there(
arriving i stood up and found my feet
sinking — took a punch to my nose
from a ghost, i think i need to find that
Queen
Oh, save me! I’m dancing within the dance hall
of my Skull / oh lovely!\ such a Strong Soul —
but can you live upon the surface of Mars?
No, you’ll never know as he’ll never go
on a show (Earth or Mars)__ .
:: 01.29.2023 ::
Desert Ocean
toNIGHT withIN my dreams i dream of a happy
solitary thing ~~ flying above the land swimming
within the skirts of wind
i can’t keep you out of
(can’t keep you out of) my Head
feeling as one who runs panting
after evaporated dreams
Maybe tell me i should go
to the high lookouts over
the desert ocean
See? No one hears it
no one /beyond the mirage
of eternal summer laughs
like me? Do you feel me.
Birthing sentences are so
lonely words the gravel of
insomnia make me cry/i don’t
care\the Dew is consumed by
the touch of Death/ snakes
fake smothering rats inside
this house of dance let’s go ~
where everyone is waiting to
shine their light upon that Soul
of emotions. __
:: 01.29.2023 ::
The Spirit Sings
UNSEEN entities listen
Behind our limpid pupils
a distance before our tight
fists is Fate
the labels of society burn
within my bottled voice ~
but my words burn of nomenclature
beyond these nightmare walls
upon the dark and quiet streets
i spread your trampled body
of cracked brains
the stream of acidic urine upon
the carcass burns the sidewalk
the Spirit sings
:: 01.29.2023 ::
Not My Pink Face
then shall i live
and love unknown
if i can stop one
heart from breaking
always dying
inside my mind
a dilapidated estate
of broken prose
dwelling within
impossibility.
:: 0.27.2023 ::
Bruised Face
My bruised face
twice cried
—inside weight
: as though
life unveiled
a third fate
inevitability
i sat to ate
this evening
dinner so late.
:: 01.27.2023 ::
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